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Monday, February 23, 2015

Don’t you just love Julianne Moore? Her portrayal of an Alzheimer’s sufferer in *Still Alice not only won her the best
actress Oscar, but helped millions of people better understand this devastating
disease and its effect on countless families. Many of us are watching or have
watched loved ones wrestle with Alzheimer’s and know the pain and frustration
involved in the sad process. In the film, Moore’s character, a superstar
linguistic professor, delivers a talk about her experience with early-onset
Alzheimer’s – particularly devastating to someone whose identity was wrapped up
tightly with her brain’s ability to function. In the talk she says, “I’m not
suffering. I’m struggling . . . struggling to be a part of things, to stay
connected to whom I was once.” To me,
that line best seems to sum up the experience of Alzheimer’s patients and
offers a clue about how we can more compassionately begin to understand the
disease from the inside. Struggling to be a part of things, to stay connected
to oneself. It’s all any of us really wants, isn’t it? That, and others’ compassion when we’re a
little “off.” So, today, I join many of
you in raising my glass in a lusty toast to Julianne Moore and everyone
involved in Still Alice for shining such an insightful light onto this
relevant issue. Cheers! And, Julianne, if you’re reading this (HA),
congratulations from one of your many fans.

*Still
Alice was directed by Richard Glatzer and Wash Westmoreland is based on the
bestselling novel by Lisa Genova.

Monday, February 16, 2015

There's something about snow days that bring out the kid in everyone -- a "free" day to spend shoveling, cooking, eating, playing. Even though I've shared this beauty before, I must share it again. Former U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins nails the essence of a snow day in his poem bearing the same title. Enjoy!

Snow Day

By Billy Collins

Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,

its white flag waving over everything,

the landscape vanished,

not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,

and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,schools and libraries buried, the post office lost

under the noiseless drift,the paths of trains softly blocked,the world fallen under this falling.

In a while, I will put on some bootsand step out like someone walking in water,

and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,

and I will shake a laden branch

sending a cold shower down on us both.

But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.I will make a pot of teaand listen to the plastic radio on the counter,as glad as anyone to hear the news

that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,the Ding-Dong School, closed.the All Aboard Children’s School, closed,the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,along with—some will be delighted to hear—

So this is where the children hide all day,These are the nests where they letter and draw,where they put on their bright miniature jackets,all darting and climbing and sliding,all but the few girls whispering by the fence.

And now I am listening hardin the grandiose silence of the snow,trying to hear what those three girls are plotting, what riot is afoot,which small queen is about to be brought down.

Monday, February 9, 2015

You know how it goes – you’re researching legitimate things (in my case, a mini fridge that would be suitable for my office) and end up bamboozled by something else (in my case, this jaw-dropping über-cool {pun intended} French-door Refrigerator/Freezer.

Let’s just dream for a second. This baby, from the Samsung Chef Collection, sports 34 cubic feet of storage space. That means it can hold (hold onto your hat) 34 bags worth of groceries. It has an LED display on the door that lets you know the temperature inside, is lined with stainless steel panels to lock in the cold, offers zoned temperature and humidity control, and can produce chilled still or sparkling water at the touch of a button.

Yada yada you say. And, I agree. There are many lovely-such cool boxes in the world. But, take a look at that freezer down there. Yes, lookie! The French-door freezer has six drawers and six shelves, which, to my mind, makes me inclined to let the refrigerator tag along, if I were in the market for a new refrigerator/freezer (and not just an office-sized number). Such organizational potential! I can almost see my little containers of frozen pesto, frozen stock, and frozen pie crusts neatly arranged and cataloged. But, I really do not need a new refrigerator/freezer and have no intention of buying one anytime soon. But, I do wonder, friends, if any of you have such a freezer? And, if so, is it as cool as I think it would be?

Monday, February 2, 2015

Is handwriting the new educational dinosaur? Finland seems to think so. As of 2016, in a nod, apparently, to the age of keyboarding, handwriting will no longer be taught in Finnish schools. Is handwriting important? Do children need to learn it? Take a peek at this fascinating (and short) article (click here) by Misty Adoniou about the history, methods and madness of handwriting and handwriting education. Whether you're a leftie, a bottom-to-top letter-former, or an ALL-CAPS sort, you'll now have conversational fodder for anyone who points a judgmental pencil at you. Or will you?

About Me

I grew up in the Milwaukee area and graduated with a B.A. in journalism from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. I worked as a journalist and taught at Milwaukee Area Technical College before beginning my graduate work. I received my M.A. and Ph.D. in English/Creative Writing from The University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, where I also taught. I now teach English and Women’s Studies at Westminster College in Fulton, Missouri. For my fiction, I have received a Ragdale residency and was a recent finalist for the John Gardner Memorial Fiction Prize, The Cincinnati Review’s Schiff Prose Prize, and the Crab Creek Review Fiction Prize. My work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Calyx, Tampa Review, Natural Bridge, The Laurel Review, REAL, The Southern Women’s Review, The Cimarron Review, Milwaukee Magazine, Phoebe, and other publications. My novel, Shame the Devil, is a historical account of nineteenth-century American writer Fanny Fern (SUNY Press, Excelsior Editions). I am currently working on another novel, set in Missouri, and on a short story collection.